It could be love.
The smiles, the laughter, the comfort, the feeling. It could be everything. It could be forever.
But this forever has to last the test of time. This forever has to last through other people. Other intentions, other motives. This forever needs to be eternal. Needs to be youthful, abounding, and shameless. It always needs to show how strong it makes us. How we can overcome the adversity.
It could be love.
Or it could be lust. The want of the body, and not the soul. The craving of primal needs.
Wait.
No.
This can't be lust. I don't want her body, I want her. I don't want sex. I want the time we share. The quiet time with us being by ourselves. I want the late night talks about the future, about kids, family, hope, eternity. I want to see the sleepy eyed smile she has, I want to hear her wonderful laugh day in and day out. I want to help her. Be there for her whenever she needs.
Maybe.
Maybe those dreams of a wedding in a church of loved ones is with her
Maybe those dreams of working to come in and see a loving wife and kid coming to greet me at the door is from this feeling
Maybe this feeling is what love feels like.
Maybe this is why I dream of being happy one day.
What could it be?
Could it be the thing that everyone is looking for?
Is this that sacred love that many people go astray looking for?
Is this that lust that can play coy until it get what it wants and then disappears?
One may only hope. Because in the end, only time will tell. In the end it's only time's story to tell. But still, It could be love.
Dreaming in another world, living a dreamers life, Forever Love, Jay.
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In My Mind: The World From The View Of A Pessimistic Optimist
PoetryThere are those that can see all the beauty of the world without hesitation. There are those who only see the negative of the world that they have been placed in. This is my view of the world's beauty in the pain of my situation. This. Is me.
